Holiday Songs for Your Enjoyment

Golfer’s Etiquette
(Jolly Old St. Nicholas)

When to the links you go
There are certain things to know.
Never talk or hum or sing
When a golfer starts to swing.
Never let your shadow fall
Across another putter's ball
Never doubt another's score,
You saw 6 but mark it 4!

Never kick one from the rough
Play it fair when luck is tough.
Never cheat in deepest wood,
God is watching, so be good.
Never raise your voice or swear
When you top or fan the air.
Never, even as a joke
Fail to count each single stroke.

Don’t improve a hanging lie
“Accidentally” - on the sly.
In a sand trap, it’s a rub
Never, never ground your club.
When a foursome presses you,
Don’t be nasty, let them through.
Do all these things and then, ol' kid,
You’ll be the first who ever did!


Twelve Days of Golf
On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me…….)

an Eagle on a Par Three!
2 Pairs of Shoes and
3 Golf Bags
4 Argyle Socks
5 Golden Tees
6 Greens Awaiting
7 Trophies Gleaming
8 Carts a' Cruising
9 Putters Putting
10 Balls a' Soaring
11 Divots Flying
12 Drivers Driving

Jingle Golf
(Jingle Bells)

Dashing off at eight,
What a gorgeous day!
O'er the course I'll go
Laughing all the way.
Mustn't move my head,
Keep my arm in tight
Oh what fun this day will be
If everything goes right!

CHORUS
Hook the ball, slice the ball,
Dribble off the tee,
Thought that was a super shot
Whoops, it hit a tree-ee!
Hook the ball, slice the ball,
Dub it in the lake;
Was sure I had an easy par,
Oh Darn! I had an eight.

Wish I'd stayed in bed.
What an awful day!
O'er the course I go,
Missing all the way.
Must finish eighteen holes,
Try not to lose my cool.
Why do I play this silly game?
I'm just a crazy fool!

CHORUS (18TH Hole)
I hit the ball! I hit the ball!
Gosh! It's long and straight
It isn't such an awful day,
Glad I was here at ei-eight.
I hit the ball! I hit the ball!
It really had some zing.
I knew that if I tried real hard
I'd finally find my swing!

Christmas is Coming!
Christmas is coming and here's a wish from me:
Please put a driver underneath my tree.
If you haven't got a driver, a fairway wood will do.
If you haven't got a fairway wood ,
Then God Bless You !

O Rolling Ball
(O Christmas Tree)
O rolling ball, O rolling ball
Across the floor into the hole (repeat)

My carpet gives a perfect lie,
I never miss; I don't know why.

O rolling ball, O rolling ball
Across the floor into the hole!


We're dreaming of a Green Golf Course
(White Christmas)
We're dreaming of a green golf course
Just like the ones we used to know,
Where the fairways glisten
And golf balls listen
When we tell them where to go.
We're dreaming of a green golf course,
Greens really green, not white with snow,
May your scores be pleasing and low,
And your pars come quickly, not too slow.

Highlands, A Local Golf Course
(Rudolf, the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Highlands, a local golf course,
Is our favorite place to go.
All of our friends hang out there,
In the rain or in the snow.

When days are warm and sunny,
Grab your clubs and bag, let's go.
But when it's cold and freezing,
Put on skis and hit the snow.

On the greens or in the woods,
Nature's gifts abound,
Hear the frogs and see the birds,
As you complete your round.

(Repeat vs. 1)

Mulligans

O, the first hole is the worst
You're up there on the tee
You know if you mess up
Everyone will see.
The starter is a grouch
Pointing at the clock
Your stomach churns
'Cause it's your turn
Your knees begin to knock.

O, Mulligans, Mulligans, Mulligans, hooray!
Just in case your tee shot on the first hole goes astray.
Mulligans, Mulligans, Mulligans, hooray!
Every golfer takes one
When the first drive's not in play.

You're teeing up your ball
Pretending to have fun
Then your ball falls off
And somebody yells, "One!"
Your mouth's like desert sand
Your mind is in a trance
You take a hack, you wrench your back
But wait, a second chance!

We Wish You Would Take Some Lessons

We wish you would take some lessons (3 times)
Or quit playing golf!

Your drives are disgraceful
Your irons are worse
We'll touch on your putting
In the very next verse.

Your putting's pathetic
And furthermore
You give yourself gimmees
And cheat on your score

You never take lessons
Or hit practice shots
Except while you're playing,
When you should not.

So why do we play with you
Time and again?
'Cause you're in our foursome
And our dear old friend.

Up on the Elevated Tee

Up on the elevated tee
Gazing out over the scenery
Hoping to have a real good round
Aiming away from the out of bounds
Ho, Ho, Ho, a-golfing we go
Ho, Ho, Ho, a-golfing we go
Up on the elevated tee
Gazing out over the scenery

Up on the elevated tee
Watching my shot's trajectory
Against the blue umbrella sky
Crying in disbelief, "No, why?"
Ho, Ho, Ho, a-golfing we go
Ho, Ho, Ho, a-golfing we go
Up on the elevated tee
Watching my shot's trajectory.

Up on the elevated green
Gazing back over the crime of scene
A foursome is staring back at me
Up on the elevated tee
Ho, Ho, Ho, they think we are slow
Ho, Ho, Ho but what do they know?
A foursome is staring back at me
Up on the elevated tee